Fortunate

 

I am so very fortunate to have the people that I have in my life.  They're the type of people that I would live and die for, that would come running at the drop of a hat if I needed them.  And have. They probably have no problem doing so because they know I would do the same for them.

 

There have been times when I wasn't always the smartest about whom I relied on.  As the years have gone by, however, I've learned that my true friends---those I would consider family as well---are few, but should be treasured and never taken for granted.  Even if we don't talk as much as we should. 

 

However, my lack in judgment on a person's character---be it past or present---cannot be discounted.  I've found that I'm quicker to release those that aren't meant to be there as I get older.  (Or maybe that's wiser.)  I will never, ever, ask someone to want to remain in my life.  If they don't want to, then so be it.  I wish them well in all endeavors. 

 

Personally, my mind is chaotic enough without the confusion such enterprises demand.  I don't need to worry about whether or not I'm doing something wrong, to suffer fools or to put up with negative emotions.  Likewise, while I have this opinion, I also honor and respect it in regards to others. 

 

I'm not entirely sure where this is all coming from.  Sometimes I just have something I need to say.  This is something I've been thinking about recently, for various reasons, so I thought voicing my thoughts was a better way to analyze them than keep them bottled up in my mind. 

 

It's times like this that I wish J.K. Rowling's works were real. I could really use Dumbledore's pensieve right about now.   I apologize if this seems like an accusatory rant.  I swear that it isn't.  I'm just thinking.